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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.