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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.