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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.