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 Mauritius 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.