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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.