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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.