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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.