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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Ronan,
June Days,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.