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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.