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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Sparks,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
MC5,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.