Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.