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 Malta 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Franke,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.