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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
The Victims,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.