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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.