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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
the Human League,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.