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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.