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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.