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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.