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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.