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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.