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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Scion,
UT,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.