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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
the Normal,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.