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 Latvia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Index,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.