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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Index,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.