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 Guyana and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Television,
Pagans,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.