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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.