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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Zapp to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Slave,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
AZ,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.