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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.