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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.