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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.