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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
ABC,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.