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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Little Man,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.