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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
X-101,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.