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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.