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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Names,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.