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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.