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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.