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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.