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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.