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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.