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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 John Holt 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Smog,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.