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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.