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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.