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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.