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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.