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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Faust,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.