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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.