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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.