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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life 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.