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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.