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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.