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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 Spokane and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.