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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.