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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.