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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Monks,
June Days,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.