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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Franke,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.