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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.