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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.