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 Antigua 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Pole,
The Gories,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.