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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.