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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.