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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Residents to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.