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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.