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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.