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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
UT,
MDC,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.