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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.