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 Niger and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.