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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.