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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.