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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.