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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.