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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.