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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.