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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.