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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.