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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.