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 China and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.