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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.