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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Can,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.