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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.