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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.