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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Organ,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.