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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane 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?
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.