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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.