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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
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.