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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.