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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.