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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.