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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.