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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
X-102,
MC5,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Q65,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.