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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.