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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.