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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.