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 Kuwait 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Magma,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.