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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.