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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.