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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Nas,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.