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 China and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Television,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.