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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.