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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.