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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
the Association,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.