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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.