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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.