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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.