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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
CMW,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.