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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.