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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.