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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.