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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.