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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.