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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.