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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.