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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
CMW,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.