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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.