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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.