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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.