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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.