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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.