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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.