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 Rwanda 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.