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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.