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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.