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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Television,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.