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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.