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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
the Germs,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.