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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.