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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.