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 China and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.