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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Japan,
cv313,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.