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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.