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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.