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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.