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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.