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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.