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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.