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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.