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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.