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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.