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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless 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?
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.