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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Gong,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.