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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.