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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.