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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
John Holt,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.