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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Josef K,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.