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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.