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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.