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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Can,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.