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 Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.