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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.