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 Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.