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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Rekid,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.