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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.