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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.