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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.