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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.