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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.