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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.