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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.