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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.