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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.