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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
New Order,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.