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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.