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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Cymande,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.