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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.