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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.