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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.