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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.