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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.