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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players 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?
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.