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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.