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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock 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 techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
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.