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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
The Standells,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.