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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Fear 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.