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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.