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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.