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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.