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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.