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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Monks,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.