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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.