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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.