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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.