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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Faust,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.