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 Nauru 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.