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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.