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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.