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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.