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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
The Fall,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.