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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.