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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.