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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
UT,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.