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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Television,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.