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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.