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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Germs 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
June Days,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.