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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.