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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.