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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.