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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.