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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.