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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.