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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.