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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.