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 Georgia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
the Association,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.