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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.