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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
The Human League,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.