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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.