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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.