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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.