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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Crime,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.