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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.