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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Liliput,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.