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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.