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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
June Days,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.