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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.