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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Pole,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.