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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Ten City to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.