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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.