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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Wings,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
AZ,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.