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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.