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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.