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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.