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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
MDC,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.