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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.