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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.