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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.