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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.