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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.