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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
New Order,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.