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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.