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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.