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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.