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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.