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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Franke,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.