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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.