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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.