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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.