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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.