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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.