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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.