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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.