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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Q65,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.