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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slackers to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.