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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Gong,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.