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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.