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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.