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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.