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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.