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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
June Days,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.