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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 H. Thieme to the crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.