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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.