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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.