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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.