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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.