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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.