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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.