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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.