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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Joy Division,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.