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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.