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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.