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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.