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 Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.