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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.