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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 oboe 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.