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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.