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 Germany and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound 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?
Nirvana,
Urselle,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.