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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.