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 Latvia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
UT,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.