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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.