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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.