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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.