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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.