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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Mars,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
The Motions,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.