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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.