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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.