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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Inner City,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.