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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.