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 Italy and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
The Index,
Moebius,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.