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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
The Move,
PIL,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.