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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.