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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.