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 Burkina 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.