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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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?
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
DNA,
Brick,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.