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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.