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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.