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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.