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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.