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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.