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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.