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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.