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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.