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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Swans,
The Motions,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.