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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.