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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.