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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.