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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smoke to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.