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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Wire,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.