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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Pole,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.