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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.