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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.