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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.