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 Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.