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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Japan,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.