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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Skriet,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
X-102,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.