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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.