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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.