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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Fire Engines to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.