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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 marimba 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Can,
the Normal,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.