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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Martian to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.