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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Hashim,
The Index,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.