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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.