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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.