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 Jamaica 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.