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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.