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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.