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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Television,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.