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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Can,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.