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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.