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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.