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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.