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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.