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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Mars,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.