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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.