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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.