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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.