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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
UT,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.