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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
John Cale,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Gong,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.