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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
ABBA,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.