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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.