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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.