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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.