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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.