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 Honduras 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.