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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.