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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Ronan,
The Associates,
The Fall,
DNA,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.