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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Faust,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.