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 Yemen 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.