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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.