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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.