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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.