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 Thailand 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.