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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.