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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Cybotron 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.