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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.