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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Faust,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.