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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.