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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Chrome to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.