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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 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 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.