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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.