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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster 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?
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.