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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.