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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.