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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.