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 Romania 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.