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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.