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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.