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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.