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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.