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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.