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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.