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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.