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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Association to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Ituana,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.