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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.