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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.