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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.