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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.