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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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?
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.