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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.