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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.