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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Count Five to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.