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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.