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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.