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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.