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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.