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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.