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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.