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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fortunes to the funk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.