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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.