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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.