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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.