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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brick to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Can,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.