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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.