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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.