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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.