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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
DNA,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
The Remains,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.