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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.