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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Ludus,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.