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 Latvia and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.