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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Faust to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.