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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.