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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.