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 Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.