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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.