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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.