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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
cv313,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.