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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.