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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.