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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.