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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.