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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
The Gories,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.