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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.