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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.