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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.