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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
The Martian,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Television,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.