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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.