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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
UT,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.