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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.