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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Main Source,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.