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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.