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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.