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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
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.