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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.