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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.