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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.