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 Iceland 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.