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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
cv313,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.