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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.