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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.