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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.