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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.