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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Dead C to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.