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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.