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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.