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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.