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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.