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 Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.