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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.