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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.