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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.