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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.