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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.