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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.