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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.