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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.