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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.