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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.