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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.