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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.