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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.