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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.