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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.