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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.