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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.