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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.