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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.