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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.