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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.