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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.