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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
ABBA,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.