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 Mexico 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.