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 Afghanistan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.