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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.