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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.