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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.