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 Haiti and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.