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 Grenada and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.