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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City 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?
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.