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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.