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 Guyana 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.