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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.