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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
MC5,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.