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 China and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.