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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Make Up,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.