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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.