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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.