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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.