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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
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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.