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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.