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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.