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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.