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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.