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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.