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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 snare 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.