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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.