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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Magma,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.