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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.