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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Organ,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.