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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.