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 Singapore 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.