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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.