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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.