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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
cv313,
the Slits,
Japan,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.