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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.