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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.