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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 snare 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 The Mummies to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.