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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.