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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Quantec to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.