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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.