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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.