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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.