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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.