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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
The Dead C,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.