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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Can,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Index,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.