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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.