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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.