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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
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.