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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Sparks 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Swans,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.