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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
UT,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Little Man,
The Motions,
The Residents,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.