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 Russia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.