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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.