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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.