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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.