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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
The Victims,
AZ,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.