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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.