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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
cv313,
The Associates,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.