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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Quadrant 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.