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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Organ,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Japan,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.