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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.