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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.