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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Pole,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.