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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.