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 Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.