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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.