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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Can,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.